“If Jason was hidden locally, then perhaps you were too.”
Which meant he shifted his focus.
Away from international conspiracies.
Toward local enemies.
I couldn’t even blame him.
It made sense.
“What about the governor?”
Grandfather smiled faintly.
“That part is almost funny.”
Considering everything else, I doubted that.
“He wasn’t searching for you.”
That wasn’t surprising.
“He was searching for treasure.”
I blinked.
“What?”
Grandfather laughed.
“The mine.”
A pause.
“He heard stories.”
Another pause.
“Legends about rare gems hidden in the mountains.”
I immediately thought of the alexandrite.
The governor had been treasure hunting.
And somehow found me instead.
“He decided to visit the castle on a whim.”
A pause.
“And there you were.”
The absurdity of it made me shake my head.
My entire life had changed because one curious businessman decided to chase a rumor.
“What about the owners?”
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Grandfather smiled softly.
The castle belonged to an elderly couple.”
I remembered the contract.
The strange clauses.
The preservation requirements.
“They claimed their family once served the Ember family.”
A chill ran through me.
The Ember family again.
Every road seemed to lead back to them.
“When they learned your story, they became very attached to you.”
I frowned.
“Attached?”
Grandfather nodded.
“They met you several times afterward.”
That surprised me.
I had no memory of them.
“They believed your appearance at the castle wasn’t an accident.”
A pause.
“They called it fate.”
That sounded exactly like something old aristocrats would say.
Grandfather smiled.
“When they updated their estate documents, they added a clause.”
My stomach tightened.
“The land would first be offered to you.”
A pause.
“Or me.”
Another pause.
“For the lowest legal price.”
I stared at him.
The castle.
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The mine.
The land.
All of it.
Waiting for decades.
Waiting for us.
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